Page 125 of The Boss Situation

“So far, it’s the best, Ice Queen.”

Billie slides away from me and moves to the elevator. She steps inside and gives me a seductive smirk. I capture the moment in my memory and retreat into my loft, grinning like an idiot.

“She’s mine,” I say out loud, then throw my fist into the air. “Billie Calloway is mine.”

It’s then I realize I’m in love with her. I think I’ve always been.

I place the box on the counter, and when I open it, I find two chocolate-covered doughnuts and a pair of lace panties. I hook them with my finger and smile, noticing the crotch is soaked with her juices. “Bad, bad girl.”

I bring them to my face and inhale her sweet scent, knowing she was thinking about me this morning while she was touching herself. My girl isinsatiablefor me, and I will never be able to get enough of her. My breaking through Billie’s barriers in the Hamptons was exactly what we both needed. I’ll forever be grateful to Nick for that.

My cock springs to life, but I ignore it, saving every drop of myself for her, just as I promised. I stuff the panties in my pocket with a smirk. It’s already shaping up to be one of the best Mondays I’ve ever had.

I take a bite of one of the chocolate-covered, cream-filled doughnuts, looking forward to when we’ll wake up and fall asleep together. For once, I don’t think I’ll drift through this life alone because, for the first time in years, someone feels the same way as me. I’ve never experienced anything like Billie. Fuck, she’s glorious.

I grab the folio and flip it open to the notepad, where I’ve kept extensive notes over the years. I scribble something about today.

Wearing black pantsuit. Hair slicked back. Total fucking smokeshow. Brought me breakfast and panties. She’s a walking dream.

Billie Calloway might have been the purpose, but now she’s the entire plot, the only woman I want.

As I scan over the things I’ve written about her over the years, I realize that this—us falling in love—has been inevitable. Maybe that was Weston and Easton’s plan when they approached me about watching their sister.

Has Weston been playing matchmaker this entire time?

Apparently, he’s known for that.

Josh enters my office,wearing a snarl. I pull the USB drive from my computer and give him a smile.

“Please, sit,” I offer, being disgustingly nice, imagining how sweet it will be when I gain enough access to his systems to be able to prove that Lustre Fashion is nothing more than a money laundering scheme. That’s all it’s ever been.

Josh plops down and crosses his arms over his chest like a literal child. Billie was right when she once called him aman-child.

“What do you want? I told Nick I no longer wanted you on my contract,” he states.

“I owe you an apology,” I reply sincerely, knowing I have to be the one to hack into his system and gain the proof I need. No one else can, not even Nick.

His brows crease in surprise. He didn’t expect that.

“You’reapologizing?” he asks incredulously.

“Yes. The only reason I got together with Billie was to figure out how I could better help you.” I give him an evil grin, trying to show him that we’re the same. Far from it, but assholes like him enjoy other assholes. Bird of a feather and all of that. “Come on. I know you dated her to get information about the industry,” I say, keeping it light and just toxic enough so he knows I’m not fucking around.

He’s intimidated by me, which he should be.

“At first, yes. But I fell in love with her. Her heart. Her tight ass.”

My stomach turns, but I keep up the act. “I realized that, and I ended things once I got the information I needed to help Lustre Fashion take over the world. Now, if you want to work with me, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust. I will take you to the top, Josh.”

“Is that revenge I sense?” he asks, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Did the curse get you?”

“Actually, it is revenge.” I chuckle, knowing he doesn’t know it’s directed at him. “I’mherkarma and curse. Now, what do you say? Ready to make the rest of our time together count?”

He cracks his neck, then stares at me. “I want you working in my office, at my headquarters, and working exclusively for me. I need help with my public image.”

“I can absolutely help the public see you for who you are,” I say without hesitation and without lying. “They should know who’s behind Lustre Fashion and the hard work you’ve put into increasing your cash flow and bottom line over the past six years.”

That’s when the money laundering began. How do I know? Mysister figured it out and started a file on the people she wanted to expose. After I hacked into her locked folders, I extracted the information and found everything. In a way, I’m doing this for Billie, Eden, and just because I’ve never fucking liked the guy.

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